Describe your last attempt to learn something that did not come easily to you.
My mother makes the lightest, fluffiest biscuits I have ever had. She makes them like her mom did and she made them like her mom. I don’t eat bread these days, but I recently asked her to show me how she makes them one more time. If I cannot get it right this time, I’ll probably give up.
√ Preheat the oven to 350°.
√ We started with a large bowl with a mountain of flour in the center, I do not remember how much.
√ I put my fist in the top of the mountain to make a hole.
√ In the hole, you pour your buttermilk and oil.
√ With clean hands, you slowly start to fold the flour into the hole with your fingers. You continue this process until you have a big ball of dough sitting in your bowl.
√ Next you pinch off pieces of dough and roll them into the shape of a biscuit. Do this until your dough is gone or your pan is full.
√ Bake at 350° until golden brown.
Over the years, mom has taken me through these steps time after time. I make a killer pan of cornbread, but every attempt I have made at biscuits, has been a useless waste of time. They come out of the oven looking like biscuits, but……
It is pretty bad when your dog will not eat them. The truly sad thing is, that they are always so hard, that you could play softball with them, break a few windows, knock someone out cold. The army could probably use them for some sort of new weapon.
Whenever I need to take biscuits somewhere, I have to sweet talk mom into the job or by the frozen ones at the store.